Waiting to be seen

by Molly Elizabeth   Jan 19, 2005


Tattered
Broken
Fallen
Old,
you took my heart,
you left me cold.

Blood and pain
No way out,
a heart beats within
you wouldn't wait
for love to begin.

Restless
angry
lonely fall
hopeful
hurting
longing call.

Trembling skin
can't breath
can't speak
all in hopes
that we could be.

Hurt and tangled
no escape
beaten
cheated
there is no break.

It's all a scandel
one wandering flame
and when it ends
we all feel so lame.
Independent,
thats how I seem
but I am yearning
waiting,
just wanting to be seen.

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